Reviewer:
rsshanson
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October 8, 2005
Subject:
The beginning of the trip
This was my first show and the beginning of one of the greatest influences on my life. M friend Brad invied me to go see the dead with him. I knew nothing about them, but decided what the heck, it sounded like fun. I had never tripped (first time for that also), or been to a rock concert of that magnitude before. The only songs I remember were truckin' and Mighty Quinn. I recall standing at the top of the amphitheater during the show and tripping on the lights of Irvine. We then hung out in the parking lot until the wee hours of the morning. There were bands playing in the parking lot and a feeling of belonging I had never known before. The next morning we went to what we thought was the apartment of one of Brad's friends in Ventura Beach. It turned out (after we climbed in a window to wake him up) that we had the wrong apartment. The current resident awoke to find several trippin hippies in his living room that he didn't know. What a scene that was. i very soon afterward began going to every west coast show I could, and 2 years later moved to the bay area because the Dead didn't play SoCal often enough. This night changed my life in a most unexpected way, and created a passion for many years to come. Good Times!
